My Next

If I had a crystal ball I can tell where you are and then I can pass to you this note in hopes that it will find you well enough as if it was me searching for you the Next one the one who will put the others to rest the one who will pass the test the one who finally shows me that I am not crazy to give up that beating muscle that resides behind my damaged chest bone that has been cracked open many times like an egg against a bowl the next one my futureman that will be everything I can imagine that will meet the expectations without the games the rolling eyes and the propensity to make everything about her because we would be a partnership Maybe I know you now or maybe I don’t but this poem is for you all the nights of solitude sleeping with multiple pillows just to feel comfortable will pay off like hitting the numbers in the Mega Millions you will be the next winner